(Hedge Patrol V) Good Neighbours

[Circe]

Circe sweeps the area with the rifle, once sure things are relatively clear, she pops the mag, catching it, pocket it, then swaps in a fresh one from a pouch. She'll reload the spent one after things are securely secure instead of just probably secure. And make sure to bring more next time. At least four extras, proper videogame logic right there.


The next thing she does is pull out a flask painted with First Aid colors. "Liam, catch!" And tosses it in Liam's direction. He took a lot of hits. But Circe only had a few healing flasks on her person, so priorities for the rest. Her bruises? Not a priority.


"Who else is hurt? Talia? Rads? How are about the little uns? Who needs more of the heals?"

Stats & Equipment

Equipment: Riot Gear, Colt 45 with 3 clips, 2 Dream-a-Drupes flasks, 3rd flask tossed to Liam, hedgespun multitool, machete, Wrist watch, wallet, bubblegum. AK47 (30) 2 clips (30, 7), light mount and bayonet. A backpack: 2 water bottles, a lighter, 2 small LED flashlights, 4 summer sausages, duct tape roll, 4 protein bars, 20 spare colt rounds, 30 spare AK47 rounds, 2 small bungee cords, 3 glow sticks)

[Liam Gelt]

There’s several more shots fired, Liam yanks and yanks on Shovel Bug until all of a sudden he almost smacks himself with the slack Hob as it goes limp in his grip. And just like that, the quiet hits Liam like a brick. They did it, they won…

Then why did he feel terrible?

The kits! Liam lurches one way, then the other looking for Radavur’s kits, amber-colored blood dripping onto the grass as wounds twist along with his body. He finally catches sight of the kits crawling towards Radavur, when Liam notices that the cat Hob has some burn marks on its fur. Moving sluggishly but determined, Liam pulls out a Goblin Fruit from his pack (by some miracle it was intact) and hands it to Radavur as he kneels…or attempts to kneel and kind of slumps forward. “Raaaaadaaavurrrr. Taaaaaaaake thiiiiiiis. Heeeeeal.”

He looks up, bemused at the muffled sounds of Talia and Circe taking a count of the wounded. “Oh yeaaaaaaaah…meeeeee.” Liam slumps forward, gripping the flask tossed to him by the Summer Queen and brings it up to his lips, drinking it like an exhausted athlete chugs Gatorade after a grueling workout.

-1 Goblin Fruit from Liam to Radavur

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[Saber Sloth]

The kits are yipping and mewing in the face of their newly found safety, Radavur takes the fruit, but noses it over to the kits, who one after another take a bite of the healing fruit until all of it is gone.

What tears, and bruises to their leafy bodies heals. "Thank you." comes the Cat Hob's voice as they keep their eyes on their kits. "I am...glad. You've kept your word. Neighbours." comes out stiffly, awkwardly a shine of something in Radavur's eyes.

The flask Circe gives Liam will heal 1L or 2B, it's also slightly intoxicating and when Liam shrinks down he'll take 1L, so you can take the flask, and shrink down now, and you'll be at the same amount of damage.

For the next Scene you're in (plot or not) after Good Neighbours Closes all Bashing will be healed. All non connected Scenes (plot or not) you enter after Good Neighbours closes, you may heal 1L unless you use a Healing Fruit, or Contract, then you heal the 1L plus whatever the Fruit/Contract would heal as well.

Circe 2B, Liam 5B, 4L , Radavur 2L

[Talia]

Talia looked up, jolted from her daydream as she admired the stitchwork on this hobs... oh wait what? "Oh umm, yes I am good."

She smiles at Radavur and the kits. "We always keep our word, breaking promises is not something we do lightly. I think we should get you home, maybe Circe will be able to give you some pointers on security to... keep the kits safe." Talia paused as she looked at Liam. "Or... controversial... I help Liam get back to Funderland and Circe you make sure Radavur and the kits get home safe? Not that I usually suggest people go through the hedge alone."

[Circe]

"Good swording Talia," Circe takes up the partially spent clip and sets about loading it as everyone talks/heals up. "Hmm?" She looks up at Talia's suggestion of splitting up. "That depends. Does Radavur want an escort? Splitting up is always a danger. And while I got the armor and ammo, but privacy is important between neighbors." Circe nods along as she continues to load up the mostly emtpy metal box. About half way there now.


"I am happy to give pointers on security," she assures and offers to Radavur. Given how cute the kittens were, Circe was tempted to acquire a machine pistol, snail bag, and rig a hands free shooting harness for Radavur to use to defend them.
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Stats & Equipment

Equipment: Riot Gear, Colt 45 with 3 clips, 2 Dream-a-Drupes flasks, hedgespun multitool, machete, Wrist watch, wallet, bubblegum. AK47 (30) 2 clips (30, 17), light mount and bayonet. A backpack: 2 water bottles, a lighter, 2 small LED flashlights, 4 summer sausages, duct tape roll, 4 protein bars, 20 spare colt rounds, 20 spare AK47 rounds, 2 small bungee cords, 3 glow sticks)

[Liam Gelt]

The liquid in Circe's bottle tastes...bright? Warm? Soothing? A bit of a sharp kick of whiskey and the blooming comfort of cider. He feels a bit of the pain wracking his body subside...until his form begins to shrink. There's an audible CRUNCH and CRINKLE of bone and skin reshaping and as branch-like bone spurs retract and leave bloody marks on his elbows and back. Liam stumbles and catches himself in time to set himself down as opposed to just falling flat on his butt. He perceives Radavur's words through a haze, but turns to the cat-Hob and smiles. "Yeah, that's what neighbors do. They help each other. Thick or thin." He stretches a hand up to wave to the kits but flinches, grunts, and slowly sets his arm back down.

"Yeah...I think I'm going to need some help getting back home." He looks gratefully to Talia. "Circe's got plenty of pointers for self-defense, it's true. I could also come back after I'm patched up to help shore up your nest if you'd like." ​Liam's not the best fighter, but he knows how to craft.

[Saber Sloth]

Radavur is silent for a long while, staring at each of the Lost in turn, "As I said, you have my thanks, but I will take my children and go. You have your own to tend to." nodding to Liam, nose twitching, and ears flicking as Liam's body twists and beds, and shrinks. One of his obvious bruises darkening as more blood rushes to the surface.

With a flick of their tail, the ambling kits fall in line, quieting before darting into the underbrush.

It completely slipped my mind that with shrinking Liam looses his extra health boxes, with the loss, I'll say that extra Bashing healed, so we don't have to deal with the consequences of loosing that health box, and yeah. So! 1B has healed! Circe has healed that 1B too.

Circe 1B, Liam 4B, 4L , But this mean that Liam's Heath Boxes are full! Please roll Stamina! If you fail you fall unconscious.

So, we're nearing the end of this Patrol! We can do one more round, and depending on Liam's roll, the Gentle Giant might be dead weight on the way back - which we can RP if you want! So, depending on Liam's roll do you want to continue with the way home, or do you just want to fade to black?

[Talia]

I think we can fade to black. If Liam falls unconscious we can get him back to funderland and into the care of the excellent healers of spring. Sorry for the delay I was waiting for Liams roll before deciding what to do

[Circe]

[I concur on all accounts. Plus, Liam will recover from the Bashing after a short rest, so there is that too if the Summers don't just carry/stretcher drag him out.

[Liam Gelt]

3 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2022-12-16 20:11:09	Liam Gelt rolls 3 to Maintain Consciousness (Stamina 3) (10 Again)	7, 10, 8, 9	3 successes

Liam waves back at Radavur and the kits as they leave. "Huh. Strange how such cute critters can come from a place like the Hedge. Guess you can find good anywhere." ​He coughs, spitting up amber-colored blood onto the grass. "I think I might just need a shoulder to lean on for the way back." ​Liam gingerly pulls himself up, allowing any assistance his friends give, and limps his way back home. The Giant is eager for a long, satisfied rest.

I'm good to close out. This was a wonderfully tense mission! Thanks Saber Sloth